**Elena’s POV**

I drove.

I didn’t have a plan. I just needed to be away from that house, away from his lies.

My fingers clutched the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. My knuckles were white, and my hands shook so much the car drifted between the lanes.

I wasn't just sad. I was completely broken.

I had walked into that house as a wife, and I was leaving it as a victim of a war I didn't know about.

I couldn’t go to my father’s house. Not yet. I couldn't look him in the eye and ...